Okay, every year at this time I start getting really excited. I get geared up. I get psyched. I get ready to go. I get ready for…WrestleMania!

The first WrestleMania I saw was WrestleMania 2, although the gaps were quickly closed (I like being thorough). The first WrestleMania I was absolutely suckered into hook, line and sinker was WrestleMania III. I am happy to say I purchased the 20th anniversary DVD edition of that one, and it was worth it.

But usually every year, it starts with some rumblings in January. Then things start to get a little louder and things start to happen. Before you know it, you’re on the road to WrestleMania, and this year, the Mania hits the big two-five. Is that silver anniversary?

Anyhow, by now, I should be in full-out WrestleMania fever mode, but you know what? I’m not. You know why? Because it’s seems so apparent that WWE has no idea what they are doing. For months there’d been specualtion over what Chris Jericho’s involvement in the show would be. There were some great ideas thrown around. Maybe “Stone Cold” Steve Austin, Texas’ own (WM is in Texas this year) would be the one to avenge Jericho for all the torment he’s put various legends through? Maybe we’d get the once-in-a-while appearance of ol’ beef jerky skin himself Hulk Hogan?

Nah, let’s just put him in with an old Fijian who used to have a great physique, a guy that retired with a bad back, and a guy that has artificial hips and not too long ago was battling cancer.

Don’t get me wrong. Ric Flair, Roddy Piper, Ricky Steamboat and Jimmy Snuka are four of my six childhood wrestling idols (the other two are the British Bulldogs). But this wasn’t exactly the payoff I was expecting. I had heard that Vince McMahon had something huge up his sleeve. Well, I guess he had an even bigger sleeve, because that huge something must have gotten lost up there!

Edge vs. John Cena vs. Big Show. I’m not really a fan of multi-person matches. I get into them if there’s all sorts of weird intertwined shenanigensgoing on, which I guess is what they are trying to do with this one. It won’t be awful, but it’s far from fresh.

Triple H vs. Randy Orton. Oh boy. This one is weird. It could have been huge, but that came crumbling down when a non-wrestler (Shane McMahon) laid out Legacy and Orton all by himself. Now, for some ridiculous reason, the traditional roles have switched. Instead of the popular babyface being so mad that he won’t press charges, just so he can get his hands on his enemy, it’s the heelish Orton almost playing a sympathetic character. What the? Do you hear that? It’s the sound of the wind going out of the sails on this one.